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A Run for the Sun – Day 1   3 comments

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Went south attempting to escape some of the cold Midwestern winter for a few days

Was ok, but not as warm as was expected.

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Arrived at the beachfront “condo” to gray skies, high winds, and an angry sea.

What ever happened to “sunny Florida” ???

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Even the Pelicans were heading for cover and safe harbor.

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The Egrets and Herons were hiding beneath the piers !

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The Pelicans finally decided that there was safety in numbers.

Latecomers had to shield the “early birds” from the wind !

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Finally, after about 5pm the clouds started to break and

give way to a weak sun…, but the wind kept driving the

tide forward relentlessly.

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Around 5:30 the clouds finally decided to head east

and we were left with a weak, windy sunset.

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So much for Day 1

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Posted January 14, 2016 by PapaBear in Experiences, Photo, Prose, Story

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~~ A Beautiful Evening ~~   3 comments

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Night comes softly. red gold fades to purple, then gray

The gentle breeze stills and the quiet signals the end of day.

Serenity has settled over the island and the bay

A silvery moon peeks over the horizon through the trees

One-by-one stars look to find their faces in the sea

Another beautiful evening….., just you and me.

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Good Night Everybody !!!

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Posted October 5, 2015 by PapaBear in Experiences, Memories, Personal, Poetry

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A Walk on the Beach   4 comments

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It’s a gray, foggy morning and a bit cool for the locals. There was a storm last night and a lingering wind still augmenting the force of the incoming tide.  He’d taken his morning coffee out to the bench on the beach and was quietly lost in the grandeur and the majesty of the towering waves as the surf crashed along the shoreline.  He hadn’t seen anyone out and about as it was a bit early for most.  She came up from behind him, balancing a magazine, beach towel, and a cup of coffee.

“Is there room for two on this bench?”  He nodded and moved over to make room. She continued, “I’ve been watching you come out here every morning for a week, curious of what you were watching or doing…, guess curiosity got the better of me this morning.  Hope you don’t mind my intrusion.  Sometimes peace and privacy is hard to find in this workaday world we live in and now I come to invade yours.”

“I don’t really mind.  The company is welcome.  To satisfy your curiosity, I come out here to visit the wonder of the sea, to absorb some of its beauty and power, listen to it sing and whisper to me in the language of the soul.  I share the beach with the terns, sandpipers, pelicans, and such other creatures as visit it, like the little coquina in so many colors, living just below the surface of the sand.  It’s all such a beautiful mystery and I feel blessed to be part of it, at least for the while I’m permitted to be here.”  He fell quiet and sipped his coffee, looking out to where pelicans were diving for their breakfast.  She studied him for a moment and stood…

“I feel like I really am intruding.  I’m sorry.  I’ll just go back to my room.”

“No, don’t go, especially on my account.  She’s out there for everyone to share, and I’m not that selfish that I would chase you away from enjoying the same things that I see.”

“You seem to see so much more deeply than I do.  I see blue water, white sand and some surf, maybe some birds, but you seem to feel what you’re looking at, like it’s some kind of intimate personal relationship.  Is this something that you acquire…, or is it just something inside of you?”

He didn’t answer right away, just sat there looking out over the water.  Then he stood and kicked off his sandals.  “Why don’t you leave the coffee and magazines here and go for a little walk with me…”

She kicked off her sneakers, dropped the magazines on the bench and put her cup on top of them.  “Ok, you’re on.  Where are we going?”

He led her out to the edge of the surf and waded into it a short distance til the water was above his ankles.  He looked over at her, smiling. “Come on in and let her taste you.  If she doesn’t like you she’ll just spit you back out on the shore.”

“But it’s January, and the water’s cold,” she complained, and the shells will hurt my feet.”

“It’s only cold for the first wave, then it’s refreshing.  You’ll even get to like it.  Just think of it as a pedicure and a massage for free, compliments of the sea.”  He started walking down the beach and, with a little trepidation, she followed and caught up with him.  They didn’t speak for a while but she watched him closely, aware of the way his face changed depending on what he was looking at, or maybe thinking of,

He stopped suddenly, stooped down and picked up a handful of sand, showing it to her.  “Look at all the little mollusks, coquinas and sand fleas.  They live in the top layer of the sand that’s washed by incoming and outgoing tide.  Watch what happens when I put them back on the sand.”  She was amazed when all of the tiny creatures quickly buried themselves in the sand again.

“I’ve never seen those before…, and I’ve walked on the beach a lot out here.  It’s amazing how quickly they can burrow back under the surface so quickly.”

Farther down the beach he stopped again, admiring the flight of the pelicans a they were gliding just inches above the surface of the water.  “They’re such amazing fliers, gliding along the surface without hardly moving their wings.  I’ve never seen their equal…, and then when they feed, diving from as much as 15 feet straight down into the water to catch fish and bobbing back to the surface.”

“Look”, she put her hand on his arm as she said, “here comes three more.”  She was smiling and obviously enjoying the sight as the three birds suddenly rose and flew right over them.  “Wow !  So neat !”  Farther down the beach they encountered a mixed group of birds, resting up on the beach away from the waters edge. “What are all of those?  I see them out here all the time but I’ve never took time to identify any of them.  They’ve always just been water birds to me.”

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“Well,” he replied, ” the big ones, white and gray, are gulls, fairly common round any water environment.  The brown ones with the long, stilty legs are sandpipers.  The white ones with the black caps and tails are terns, and the little ones, the tiny ones that race along the water’s edge are sanderlings.  They eat tiny coquinas and sand fleas when the waves expose them….., and that big guy back there near the sea oats is a Great Blue Heron.  The herons are the royalty of the beach.

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“How do you know about all of these things?  I’ve lived here for years and I hardly know anything about any of this.”

Well, I guess, when you love something, like I love the sea, you try to learn everything you can about it so you can appreciate its beauty and understand its moods…., sort of the same way you would with people.  I find something new almost every time I come out here.  For me it’s kind of like visiting a best friend or a lover.  The more you see and know, the more you want to understand.  The sea can be both a generous friend…, and a naughty and capricious lover.  Love her cautiously, but I do love her.”

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She didn’t respond and they turned and quietly made their way back down the beach to the bench.  “Coffee’s cold,” he muttered, “Well, it’s time to go back to the cottage and start packing.  I’ll be leaving this afternoon.  It was nice walking with you.  Hope you didn’t mind my rambling on about nature and the sea.  Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“It was nice walking with you too, and thanks for the lesson about the beach.  I don’t think I’ll ever see it in the same way again.  You opened my eyes to so much out there.  It’s too bad that you’re leaving.  I’d hoped that I might walk with you again sometime.”

“Maybe sometime,” he replied, “I’ll be back next year”….., and he disappeared behind the dunes.

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~ Headin’ South ~   2 comments

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He’ll miss me while I’m gone, but I left a good supply of corn and peanuts for him…

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(think of this to the tune of the Kingston Trio song “Tom Dooley”)
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This time tomorrow…,

reckon’ where I’ll be….,

gettin’ started early…,

I’ll be south of Tennessee.

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Cruisin’ in the southland…,

by evenin’ I should see…,

the city lights of Birmingham…

On my way to Longboat Key.

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(A difficult decision)

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Raise up my head and smile

Walkin’ there by the sea

Will be here for quite a while

The white sand beach and me.

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The Sunshine Skyway Bridge on I-75
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No, we’re not staying here !!!!!
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Will be living here for a month.
I may not want to go back north !
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Really looking forward to evenings like this again !
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So long snow !  Goodbye cold !  I’m takin’ a vacation from you for a while…
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Rapture   8 comments

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I come to her in anticipation and she welcomes me into her embrace.

The intimate warmth of her envelops me.

I feel the softness of her currents as she gently caresses me.

The scent of her flows through the mists of my conciousness as a heady perfume.

She tastes of life, and power, and serenity.

She cools my fevered brow with a gentle tenderness, and I am reborn in her loving arms.

As we part, I return to the shore to the soft warm sand to dry and dream of my lover…,

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Danse de Vie   11 comments

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The calm and quiet shore was kissed

By sleepy, shrouding, evening mist

And as I walked there near the sea

A gentle voice did call to me…

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“Come, join me in the dance”.

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I wandered from the quiet shore

Through emerald mist on  forest floor

And, as gentle rain began to fall,

Once again I heard her call…

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“Come, join me in the dance”.

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I came upon a rocky nave

And there inside this hidden cave

A thousand candles and sparkling eyes

As blue as summer’s cloudless skies.

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I saw a maiden standing there

With sapphire eyes and skin so fair.

Such beauty took my breath away,

And once again I heard her dare…

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“Come, join me in the dance”.

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Outside beneath starlit skies

We danced before the sparkling eyes

Danced beneath the full moon bright

Throughout the seeming endless night…

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My heart had joined her dance.

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All the Summer I would spend

Believing it would never end

The wondrous joy of love we’d share

‘Neath summer’s sun in the salty air…

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Dancers

The waltz of love we danced.

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With the Autumn breezes came

The promise of another name

A child that my queen would bear

A princess whom our love would share…

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Cold and wind and frost arrived

On Winter’s stormy, troubled tide

The music stopped.  It would not play

Princess and Queen had gone away…

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Death had joined our dance.

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From worlds beyond their spirits call

From memories and ghostly halls

“Live for us and do not cry

For if you live, we will not die…”

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Forever we will dance.

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Sea Nymph   1 comment

Sea Nymph

I came to the water

The shining blue sea

And there a bright nymph

Was waiting for me

She sang a sweet song

She laughed and smiled

And before very long

I was completely beguiled

On the shore near the water

She asked me to dance

And there at the sea

Dance became a romance

I was sad when she left me

My sweet nymph by the sea

Dreams of this maiden’s love

Were mine never to be

As years passed and

I was drawn to the land

Called away by another  life

But still remembered the sand

Now I stand on the beach

As the tide rolls to shore

In the soft gulf stream breezes

Hear her call me once more.

Posted June 27, 2012 by PapaBear in Poetry

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